Water Fall

Rain droplets fell large and pure from the clouds above.

Those become snowflakes.

Droplets fell continuesly and soundlessly

with time and efforts.

Some of them are toxic that fell

to be wicked and unclean.

But some of the droplets are pure from toxic,

just clear as the clouds above.

Then, nature thrives momentarilly

with droplets of water.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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